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The days that went wrong !
Starting with to day I was walking back to my house when all of a sudden there was a big wind. And it blew my headband off my head and blew a hole lot leaves up in my face i tried to go after my head band but i couldn't i thought that that was weared so i keept on walking down the street & then i heard a moan from behind the bushes & then something or someone jumped out from behind the bushes & gave me a big scear & then another thing jumped out behind me so i was trapt no were to run & then a car came racing down the street heding write for me. Then it stopped write beside me then i saw it was my Mum & Dad so i jumped in and we drove off down the street again leaving those things behind as. So that was the start of those bad bad days.The next day something happend like before i fell over again.AAAAR the same thing happened again it was th same day as yesterday everything happened again everything.It was so weard.Jast then something jumped out of the bushes again and this time i was ready.eveyday the samething happend.It was getting boring eveyday I wanted exsitmant & danger.The next day i was ready for the same day but it was diffrent nothing.
favourite books
favourite music
my favourite friends
The days that went wrong !
Starting with to day I was walking back to my house when all of a sudden there was a big wind. And it blew my headband off my head and blew a hole lot leaves up in my face i tried to go after my head band but i couldn't i thought that that was weared so i keept on walking down the street & then i heard a moan from behind the bushes & then something or someone jumped out from behind the bushes & gave me a big scear & then another thing jumped out behind me so i was trapt no were to run & then a car came racing down the street heding write for me. Then it stopped write beside me then i saw it was my Mum & Dad so i jumped in and we drove off down the street again leaving those things behind as. So that was the start of those bad bad days.The next day something happend like before i fell over again.AAAAR the same thing happened again it was th same day as yesterday everything happened again everything.It was so weard.Jast then something jumped out of the bushes again and this time i was ready.eveyday the samething happend.It was getting boring eveyday I wanted exsitmant & danger.The next day i was ready for the same day but it was diffrent nothing.